Commotion: (n) a state of confused and noisy disturbance.
“Turn down the noise.”
Wait! You can’t do that–because there is a holy proclamation to “make a joyful noise.”
So what noise do we want to silence? Can we censor it?
Can we stop a commotion by hand-picking the sounds that will be allowed to mingle?
Should they be segregated?
Classical music over here, rock and roll over there? An accordion on a hill far away…?
What is a commotion? Commotion is the sound of something I don’t like. It’s a stirring and rumbling that is disconcerting.
It’s Grandma going to hear a rap artist, convinced that the entire atmosphere is a cacophony which could only be resolved by the second coming of Christ.
But it’s also a poor young eight-year-old having to sit in a room with a string quartet playing back-up at an oboe recital. That commotion causes him to create his own commotion.
If we’re going to only respond to needs in life based upon how loudly they scream at us, we will begin to have the mentality of an ambulance chaser … or the 24-hour news cycle.